Transmigrated Son-in-law

3"Ah!" This lackey was confused. Big Bro, I'm trying to curry favor with you.    

    

Ye Jun immediately turned around and hit him on the head: "What are you saying, hurry up and apologize."    

    

"Yes …" "I'm sorry." The lackey was on the verge of tears. This was simply too difficult a service.    

    

Yang Xuan said in dissatisfaction: "Not even a little bit of sincerity, give them some compensation."    

    

Ye Jun immediately said: "Right, compensate the little bro."    

    

At this moment, Yang Xuan acutely noticed that the lackey who was beaten up by Ye Jun had a trace of hatred flashing across his eyes.    

    

Don't misunderstand, he didn't dare to resent Ye Jun, nor was he facing Yang Xuan, he was looking at the waiter.    

    

This is probably called venting your anger, this matter clearly has nothing to do with the waiter.    

    

Yang Xuan immediately said, "Okay, little bro, you go first."    

    

When the young man ran away as if he was granted amnesty, Yang Xuan directly stood up. He waved the black blade in his hand and walked in front of the lackey, slapping him until he was bleeding out of the corner of his mouth.    

    

Then he slapped himself again, and his nose began to bleed.    

    

The lackey was nearly stunned. Yang Xuan scolded: "I didn't like you for a long time. You're so shifty, yet you're still sneaking around. I'll beat you to death."    

    

What followed was a violent slap. Yang Xuan rubbed his palm and muttered to himself after beating this unlucky bastard until he couldn't even recognize him. "It hurts so much."    

    

After getting beaten up by Yang Xuan, this unlucky bastard didn't dare to retaliate. He could only lie on the ground and stare at Yang Xuan's feet. The hatred in his heart was about to break through the horizon.    

    

Sensing the change in his mood, Yang Xuan nodded in satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted. This way, he wouldn't implicate an innocent person.    

    

After beating him up, Yang Xuan returned to the sofa and sat there arrogantly. The people around him were all shorter than him, looking like an emperor who was surrounded by his subjects.    

    

Seeing that Yang Xuan seemed to be in a good mood, Ye Jun cautiously asked, "Brother, how about I go first and have a drink with you?"    

    

"How can that be? It was not easy for you to find me, how can you leave now? Come, come, let's drink a few cups."    

    

"No, no, I …"    

    

Yang Xuan didn't say anything further. He pulled Ye Jun up and placed him on the opposite side of himself. Then, he opened a bottle of wine and waved it in front of Ye Jun.    

    

"Drink, breathe directly into the bottle, don't save me money."    

    

Looking at the large bottle of liquor in front of him, Ye Jun's face turned pale. He could drink it, but his stomach was empty. How could he drink it? It was too bad for his stomach.    

    

"Why?" Yang Xuan's face sank, "Not giving Brother any face."    

    

With that, he waved the black blade in his hand and said, "If I'm not happy, my hand will easily shake."    

    

"No, no. I'll drink. Can't I?"    

    

Ye Jun bit the bullet, picked up the bottle of wine and took a sip. The wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach.    

    

It felt like a line of fire.    

    

Yang Xuan stared at him and said with a smile, "Not bad, continue drinking."    

    

Ye Jun glanced at the gun in his hand. There was nothing he could do.    

    

He could only continue taking small sips and started drinking. Soon, he finished the whole bottle.    

    

He burped and put down the bottle. Before he could say anything, Yang Xuan opened another bottle and placed it in front of him.    

    

"Still drinking?!"    

    

"How can I not drink to my heart's content? Look, I'll also drink with you." Yang Xuan raised the small cup in his hand and gulped it down, "Look, it's boring."    

    

Can you compare such a small cup to my bottle? Ye Jun roared in his heart. He wanted to punch this bastard in front of him until his head exploded.    

    

However, he did not dare to do so. He could only swallow his tears as he nodded heavily, saying, "Ok, big brother is so straightforward. I'll drink it."    

    

After the second bottle of wine, Ye Jun's eyes turned red and he started to sway.    

    

Yang Xuan drank another cup, opened the third bottle and placed it in front of Ye Jun.    

    

Ye Jun knew there was nothing he could say. Right now, Yang Xuan was in charge, and he was the meat of a fish. Even if he was forced to kneel down and call for his dad, he would only hesitate for three seconds.    

    

So he stopped trying to move Yang Xuan with words, and continued drinking the third bottle.    

    

At this moment, the sound of sirens came from outside.    

    

Ye Jun Hu was shocked. He had never felt that the police were so cute and indispensable. The wine in his hand fell to the ground, shattering the bottle into pieces.    

    

It seems like someone called the police immediately after Yang Xuan took out his gun.    

    

With regards to the gun case, the country was very strict about it. They would rush to the scene as fast as they could.    

    

However, it would take the police at least 3 to 4 minutes to enter the bar. During this period of time, Yang Xuan could shoot him 7 or 8 times, change his magazine into another round of lashes, and then easily escape.    

    

Therefore, Ye Jun continued to be very careful and said, "Big Bro, why don't you leave first. I'll deal with it. I definitely won't sell you out."    

    

Yang Xuan waved his hand in a nonchalant manner: "No need, Uncle Police is trying to beat the criminals and protect the citizens. I didn't commit any crime, so why are you leaving?"    

    

Ye Jun subconsciously glanced at the gun in Yang Xuan's hand, but tactfully did not say anything.    

    

Yang Xuan stared at him with his eyes wide open: "Drink, why did you stop? You even broke a bottle of wine, keep drinking."    

    

"I will endure it, at most I have a few more minutes." Ye Jun was gnashing his teeth in his heart, but he still had to put on a flattering look. He picked up a bottle of wine and continued to drink slowly, feeling angry.    

    

After a few minutes, a burst of noise came from the entrance of the bar, a group of policemen rushed in armed, Ye Jun almost got up and hid behind the police, but he knew Yang Xuan still had time to shoot him, so he had to do nothing, but he put down the bottle.    

    

The police had called the security guards outside long ago, asked about the situation inside and knew the location of the person holding the gun. The moment they rushed in, they immediately rushed towards the # 5 booth, surrounding Yang Xuan in a circle with dozens of guns and spears pointed at him.    

    

"Put down your weapon, raise your hands, and put your head on the ground!"    

    

Tears welled up in Ye Jun's eyes as he thought to himself, "Come on, come on, just kill him."    

    

Yang Xuan was still unhurried. He looked around and said, "What are you doing? There's no need to be so nervous."    

    

"Put down the gun in your hand and lie down with your head in your hands. We can guarantee your safety."    

    

"Spear?" Yang Xuan raised the black blade in his hand and asked in surprise, "Are you talking about this?"    

    

Seeing his actions, the surrounding policemen tensed up, their index fingers tightly pressed against the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.    

    

Yang Xuan suddenly raised his gun, pointed it at his mouth and pulled the trigger.    

    

"Ah?!"    

    

Ye Jun was shocked. At this distance, if Yang Xuan swallowed his gun and committed suicide, his brain blood could spray onto his body and face.    

    

Click. A flame ignited from the muzzle.